#clarkkent

[lewoooooo]

Family Flight 🦸‍♂🦇🐦

I really love this baby cheek❤❤ This is the most perfect thing I've ever drawn recently💓💓

I enjoy with these cute details too🥰

The lollipop Dick WANTS is in Bruce's belt and Uncle Supe might be able to do him a little favor~

[dieubius]

found these on my old google drive. did these on mspaint instead of class work lmaoo

[outdooradventureblissblog]

[ilitiaforever]

Commission Clark mpreg cute art

[webshootersandwingdings]

Obsessed with the beauty of Jen Bartel’s Superman

Wonder Woman #800

[layla-lobelia]

Chapter 1 : The Sun

Word Count: Approximately 1,162 words. Summary: The story begins with a nine-year-old Clark Kent watching as new neighbors, the Johnson family, move into the farmhouse next door.

The Kansas sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows across the golden fields surrounding the Kent farm. Nine-year-old Clark Kent sat on the porch steps, his legs swinging back and forth as he watched the dust trail behind the moving truck rolling down the narrow dirt road. The truck creaked to a stop beside the neighboring farmhouse, a place that had been empty for as long as Clark could remember.

Clark tugged at the edge of his flannel shirt, feeling a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. New neighbors weren’t exactly common in Smallville, and the idea of meeting someone new made his heart race a little. He glanced back at the screen door behind him, where his mom, Martha Kent—or Ma Kent as everyone in town called her—was finishing up in the kitchen.

“You ready to meet the new folks?” Ma asked as she stepped out, carrying a large apple pie wrapped in a checkered cloth. Her smile was bright, but she had a keen way of noticing when Clark was uneasy.

“Yeah, I guess,” Clark replied, his voice a little higher than usual. He wasn’t scared exactly, but he couldn’t help feeling a little jittery.

Ma laughed softly and set the pie down for a moment, kneeling beside him. “They’re just people, Clark. Probably nervous, just like you are. But what’s the best way to meet new folks?”

Clark rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help grinning. “With kindness,” he said, parroting what Ma had told him a hundred times before.

“That’s right.” She ruffled his hair gently. “Now come on. Let’s give ‘em a proper Smallville welcome.”

Clark hopped off the porch, his boots kicking up little puffs of dirt as he and his mother made their way across the field that separated their farm from the neighbors’. He could see two men unloading furniture from the truck, lifting a couch and a couple of boxes toward the house. A woman stood nearby, shading her eyes with one hand as she surveyed the work. As Ma and Clark approached, the woman turned toward them and smiled.

“Hello there!” Ma Kent called out cheerfully, waving with her free hand.

The woman wiped her hands on her apron and walked over to greet them. Her hair was pulled into a neat bun, and her brown skin glowed in the sunlight. She looked warm and welcoming, the kind of person who could put anyone at ease with just a smile.

“Well, hello!” she said, her voice bright and full of energy. “You must be the Kents! I’m Flora Johnson. We’ve heard so many good things about you already.”

“And we’ve been lookin’ forward to meeting you,” Ma Kent replied, offering the pie with both hands. “We brought a little something—hope you all like apple pie.”

Flora’s eyes lit up as she accepted the pie. “Apple pie? Oh, this is just perfect! Thank you so much, Martha.” She handed Ma Kent a large glass jar filled with amber-colored honey. “My husband and I keep bees, so here’s a little something from our hive. You’ll never find better honey.”

Clark stood quietly by Ma’s side, his eyes flicking between the two women. He wasn’t sure when he was supposed to speak, and he felt like he was too big to hide behind Ma’s skirt but too shy to just stand there.

Flora seemed to notice Clark for the first time, her eyes softening as she bent down slightly to his level. “And who’s this handsome young man?”

“This is my son, Clark,” Ma Kent said with a proud smile. “Clark, say hello to Mrs. Johnson.”

Clark’s ears burned red as he mumbled, “Hello, ma’am,” keeping his eyes on the ground.

Flora chuckled softly. “A little shy, huh? Don’t worry, my daughter’s the same way. She’s around your age, but she’s probably hiding out in the barn right now. She’s not too thrilled about moving.”

Ma Kent gave Clark a gentle nudge. “Why don’t you go introduce yourself, Clark? I’m sure she’d love to meet someone her own age.”

Clark hesitated for a moment, but the idea of meeting someone new tugged at him, curiosity outweighing his nerves. “Okay,” he said, giving his mom a quick nod before walking toward the barn, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets.

As he rounded the side of the barn, he spotted a girl standing on the other side of a wooden fence. Her curly black hair, tied back with a red scarf, bounced as she tried to scramble over the fence. Her overalls, covered in tiny embroidered flowers, were dirt-smudged, and her face was scrunched up in concentration as she pulled herself up, one foot barely managing to hook over the top rail.

Clark watched for a moment, biting back a laugh, before stepping closer. “Uh, what’re you doing?”

The girl startled, her grip slipping as she dropped back down to the ground with a soft thud. She spun around, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “I’m tryin’ to leave,” she muttered, wiping her hands on her overalls as she glared at him. “What’s it to you?”

Clark blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness. “Leave? But… you just got here.”

Layla frowned and crossed her arms. “I don’t like it here. What if the people here are mean? I don’t know anyone, and I don’t wanna be here.”

Clark tilted his head, thinking for a second before he stepped a little closer. “I’m not mean. And you know me now.”

The girl huffed but didn’t say anything, her stubbornness starting to crack a little.

“I’ll be your friend,” Clark said simply, his voice full of warmth. “That way, you don’t have to worry about not knowin’ anyone. I’m Clark, by the way.”

Layla’s frown slowly melted into something softer as she stared at him. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she dropped her arms to her sides. “I’m Layla,” she said quietly, kicking at the dirt with her boot. “You really wanna be my friend?”

Clark shrugged like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Why not? We’re neighbors, right? And I don’t got many friends either.”

Layla’s eyes widened a little, as if she couldn’t quite believe he meant it. She glanced back at the fence for a moment, then at Clark. Finally, she gave a small, hesitant smile. “You don’t seem like a bad neighbor.”

Clark smiled back, feeling a sense of relief and happiness spread through him. “And you don’t seem so bad yourself.”

Layla took a step forward, a little more confident now. “So… what do you do around here? Is there anything fun?”

Clark thought for a moment, then grinned. “Well, there’s a creek just down the hill. We can catch frogs and stuff. And sometimes Pa lets me drive the tractor. It’s pretty cool.”

Layla raised an eyebrow. “You can drive a tractor?”

Clark puffed out his chest a little. “Yup! Well, mostly just steer it. But it’s still fun.”

Layla giggled, the sound light and free. “Alright, that sounds kinda fun. Maybe this place won’t be so bad after all.”

Clark beamed, glad that he had managed to cheer her up. “Come on, I’ll show you the creek. It’s not far.”

Layla hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Okay, but you better not trick me.”

“I won’t!” Clark said with a laugh, already turning to lead the way. “Promise.”

As they walked back toward the barn, Layla glanced over at Clark, a small smile playing on her lips. Maybe this new place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[freesketchgo]

Clark Kent meets Matches Malone (Bruce Wayne) drawing details - Illustration for @susiecarter - Poker Face (AO3) Video edited by: @daviwea

When it comes to DC shipping, I'm an absolute forever fan of wonderbat and I love to make fanart on that theme, but I found susiecarter's DCEU fanfics really fascinating and I wanted to do an illustration for one of her works one day, while drawing my usual pictures, so here it is. It was a lot of fun to draw Bruce with his set hair, fake mustache and horrible suit as befits Matches Malone.

[rozeoxim]

Think about them all day

[simeonscott]

Superman: "Congratulations on making it through another hectic week folks, hope you have a swell weekend!"

[woshibaixianggua]

克拉克生日快樂！換寶寶超過生日啦！

[margueritesauvage]

Jon & Jay nap time + Lois & Clark couple time in Just lovers texting to each other in #ActionComics #1059 story by Dan Parent

[fonzzothemasked]

Superman is my favorite character in all fiction. Looking for my own interpretation of Superman.

My other sites: linktr.ee/fonzzothemasked

[minyboy]

There are many cats of DC comics, and after 228 cats for the main collage we get to the 2nd one. Yes.

[clarkcollide]

Lois And Clark!! <3

First post like ever lol, been scared to post on tumblr bc it looked complicated 😭,

Feel free to use for a matching pfp with credits in the bio for like anything lol 🤭

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 3

It’s weird to define your current relationship with Lex. You’re not really sure if it can be said that you’re friends. Clark hasn’t been blind to the few visits you’ve made in the last month. 

One evening as you’re about to leave the farm, he confronts you.

“Are you going to see Lex?” 

You paused, raising a brow.

“Are you stalking me now?” 

Clark shook his head. 

“(Y/N), you need to be careful. I know he seems like a friend, but trust me, you’ll get hurt.” 

Turning fully, you frown. 

“Clark, remember when you found out about my abilities?” 

He’s a bit puzzled about the reason you’re bringing this up. 

“You told me that you trusted me. I’d accidentally caused a fight at the Talon. You saw and apprehended me. When I explained, you didn’t even question it. You believed me. You said that everyone deserves a chance. Did you really believe that, or were you just lying to me?” 

“Of course I wasn’t lying I just-” 

“If that was the truth, then give me the chance to prove it. I don’t know everything that happened between you two, but I know that somewhere deep down, you want to trust him again. You want what you had in the past.” 

Clark is silent, because you know he realizes. 

“You really think that we can go back to the way things were?” 

You shake your head. 

“It’s impossible to go back to the way things were. But it is possible to create something new. Something different.” 

There’s hope in his eyes. More than anything, you can feel it, his longing for that friendship. A glow flickers around the ring of your iris and Clark understands. You laugh a bit awkwardly, closing your eyes for a second so you can settle. 

“Sorry about that.” 

Clark shakes his head. 

“I should be apologizing.” 

It usually only happens around him. He knows that due to his unique abilities, your own powers become a bit heightened with him. Especially given how hard it is to keep in control. 

“Let me know when you get home.” He offers. 

You smile.

“Will do, Dad.” 

You laugh, running off before he can reply. 

You have to say that you always appreciate Clark’s care. You both had known each other for a little over a year and he has always looked out for you. So you value his advice. You also know he can become stuck in his ways. So it’s nice when you are the teacher sometimes. 

Walking into the mansion, Clark’s words still have you smiling. Once you step through the doors, Lex is at the desk with his computer and he looks a bit stressed. The second he sees you, his expression becomes a bit more easy. 

“Three times in one month, I might have become an angel.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I brought that list you asked for.” 

You move to the desk, reaching in your bag for the paper. He takes it the second you hold it out, inspecting the items. 

“Are you sure this is all they need at the school?” 

You nod, because it looks like he’s calculating all the prices in his head. 

“You really don’t have to do this. In a year or two they’ll get what they need. You don’t have to try and prove anything to anyone. Especially me.” 

His eyes flicker over you. 

“As flattering as that thought is, I’m not really doing it for you. “ 

“Ouch.” 

Lex shakes his head with a smile, straightening in his seat. 

“After all that has happened I think this is the bare minimum.” 

He mumbles as he begins typing away at his computer. He places the paper down, completely immersed. You take a seat right before him, just studying. 

“I’m an empath.” 

“Sorry?” 

He asks, clearly distracted. 

“My powers. I’m an empath. That’s how I was able to stop those men.” 

His insistent typing stops, and he looks over at you. He looks unsure of what words to use. This topic has never come up. You know he’s been avoiding it for your sake. You also know that it can’t be avoided forever. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything.” 

“I know.” 

You appreciated his concern. 

“I was affected by the meteor shower.” Lex confesses. 

“Really?” 

He nods. 

“Then what’s your superpower, no hair?” 

“Hah, hilarious.” 

You grin at his unamused expression. 

“I don’t get sick. Since that day I’ve never caught a cold or any other type of natural illness.” 

Your eyes widened at the information. 

“Are you serious?” 

“Very. Doctors couldn’t explain it. I guess it might be linked to my advanced healing. I’ve been in the hospital more times that I can count but I always seem to heal faster than the average patient. For a while I thought it was a punishment. My privilege and power doubled with unnatural health while people around me suffered. It felt unfair.” 

There’s a brief sense of self loathing that you pick up on. You clench your fist on your lap. Because you realize that this feeling is quite similar to what you felt when you were yelling insults at him in the closet. It was cruel and unfair. Especially since you didn’t even know him. 

“About what I said in that closet, I’m sorry Lex. I was wrong.” 

You felt like you’d been wrong about so many things that day. You were glad that it seems he was now proving you wrong. 

“I can’t fault you for being cautious. My father always said that trust in life is not guaranteed. It pays to be careful.” 

“Maybe you should stop quoting your father and start quoting yourself.” 

Lex’s brows knit.

“Everyone who doesn’t trust you, it’s due to that name. Luthor. I know that it must be hard getting away from it. Just because that might be true, it doesn't mean you can’t create your own reality. My powers are...they alter the emotions of others. They make the people around me feel what I do, except it amplifies it. I can physically affect how someone feels, yet I’ve always avoided trying to help. I probably could have stopped those men the second they came in, but I was scared. I’ve always been scared. That day when you jumped out and basically traded your life for mine, it made me realize how little I really knew. About you, about everything. No one in this world knows everything. If that’s the truth, then at any moment, everything can change. Anything can change. I believe the same can be said for people because that day, you changed me.” 

Lex isn’t certain how to respond to that. He’s never once been accused of changing someone for the better. 

“That’s just what I think. Who knows, I might be wrong.” You add.

He can’t help but smile. 

“You should really work on your motivational speeches.” 

“Sue me.” 

His smile just widens.

Change might not be too far out of his grasp.

[the-autistic-spider]

where can i watch my adventure's with superman

(i dont trust downloading it)